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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.