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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.