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 China and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.