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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.