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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.