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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.