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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.