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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Franke,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.