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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.