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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.