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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.