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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 snare 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.