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 France and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.