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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.