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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.