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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.