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 Tonga and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.