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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 New Christs,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.