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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.