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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.