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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.