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 France and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.