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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.