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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.