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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.