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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.