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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.