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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
The Saints,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.