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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.