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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.