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 Croatia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.