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 China and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.