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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
UT,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.