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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.