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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.