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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.