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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
MC5,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.