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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.