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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.