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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.