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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Technova,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.