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 Kingdom 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.