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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.