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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Excepter 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.