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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.