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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.