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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Franke,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.