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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.