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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.