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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.