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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.