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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.