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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.