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 Somalia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.