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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
AZ,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.