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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.