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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Desert Stars 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.