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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.