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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.