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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.