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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.