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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.