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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.