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 Dominica and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.