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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Main Source,
Ossler,
June of 44,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.