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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.