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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.