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 Russia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.