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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.