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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.