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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.