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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.