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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.