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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Can,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.