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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.