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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.