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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
The Slits,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.