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 Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.