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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.