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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.