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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.