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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.