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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Qualms,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.