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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.