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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.