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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.