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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.