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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.