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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.