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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.