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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
New Order,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.