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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.