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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Television,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.