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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Josef K,
MC5,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Unwound,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.