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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the dance 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.