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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
X-102,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.