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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.