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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.