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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.