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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Moebius,
AZ,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.