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 Korea North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.