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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.