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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.