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 Algeria and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.