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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
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.