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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Can,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.