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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.