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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.