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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.