Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.