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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Association to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.