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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Standells,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.