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 Bulgaria 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Oneida,
10cc,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.