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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.