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 Japan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
UT,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.