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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
MC5,
Can,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.