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 Albania 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.