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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lower 48 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.