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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.