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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.