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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.