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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.