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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Monolake,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.