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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
DNA,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.