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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.