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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.