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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy 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?
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.