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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.