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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.