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 Vietnam 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.