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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Swans,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.