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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.