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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Slave,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.