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 Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.