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 Canada 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
UT,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.