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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.