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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.