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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.