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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.