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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.