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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.