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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.