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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.