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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.