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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.