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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.