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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.