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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.