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 Haiti 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.