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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.