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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.