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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.