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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
John Holt,
Urselle,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.