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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.