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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.