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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.