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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Don Cherry to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.