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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Unwound,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.