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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.