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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.