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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mad Mike to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.