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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.