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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Organ,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.