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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.