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 Monaco and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Whodini,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.