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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Names,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.