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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.