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 Syria 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 MC5 to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.