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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.