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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.