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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Fear,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.