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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.