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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.