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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.