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 United States and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.