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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.