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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.