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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.