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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.