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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.