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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Model 500,
Mars,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.