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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.