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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gladiators to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.