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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Sonics 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?
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.