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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.