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 Lesotho and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.