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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.