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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.