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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.