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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.