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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
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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.