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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.