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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.