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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.