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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.