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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.