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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.