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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.