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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Goldenarms 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA 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?
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.