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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.