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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.