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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.