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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 PIL to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
X-102,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.