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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.