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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.