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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.