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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Franke,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.