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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.