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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
The Move,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.