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 Norway and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.