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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.