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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.