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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.