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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.