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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.