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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
X-102,
Visage,
The Monks,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.