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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Q65,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.