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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.