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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.