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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.