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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Standells to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.