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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.