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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.