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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.