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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.