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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.