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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.