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 China and from Toronto.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.