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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.