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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Monks,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.