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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.