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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Mars to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.