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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
The Names,
X-101,
Magma,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.