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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Association to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.