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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 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 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Pole,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.