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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Flipper,
Visage,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.