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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.