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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.