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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 808 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 Fugazi to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.