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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.