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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.