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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.