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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.