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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.