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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.