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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.