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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.