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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.