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 Benin and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Index,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.