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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.