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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.