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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.