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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
ABC,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.