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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.