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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
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 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.