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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.