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 Malaysia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.