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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.