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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.