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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.