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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.