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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.