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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.