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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.