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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.