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 Japan and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.