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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Brick,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.