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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.