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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.