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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.