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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.