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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Fear,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.