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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Television,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.