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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.