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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.