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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.