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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 United States of America to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. 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.