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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.