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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.