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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.