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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.