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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
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 The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.