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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.