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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.