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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.