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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.