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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Franke,
Smog,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Pole,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.