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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 New Christs to the electroclash 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.