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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.