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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.