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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.