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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.