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 Burundi and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.