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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.