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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.