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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Scion,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.