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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Brick,
Jawbox,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.