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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
X-101,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Japan,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.