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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.