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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.