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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Franke,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.