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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.