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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Monks,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.