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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.