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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.