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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.