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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 The Wake to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.