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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.