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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.