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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
The Sound,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.