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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 organ 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
X-102,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.