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 Libya and from Toronto.
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 London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rapeman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.