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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.