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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.