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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.