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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.