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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.