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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.