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 Congo and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.