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 Benin and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.