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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Magazine,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.