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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.