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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.