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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.