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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.