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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Slackers,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.