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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.