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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.