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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.