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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.