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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.