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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.