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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Wire,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.