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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.