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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Sparks,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.