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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.