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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.