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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius 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?
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.