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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.