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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Jawbox,
UT,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.