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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
UT,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.