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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Wake to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.