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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The Litter,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.