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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.