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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.