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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.