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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
UT,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.