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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
DNA,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.