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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Index,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.