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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.