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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Television,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.