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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.