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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.