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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.