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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.