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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.