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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
The Index,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.