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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.