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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.