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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
The Index,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.