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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Scion,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.