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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.