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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.