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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.