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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.