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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.