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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.