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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.