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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.