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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Japan,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.