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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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 Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.