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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Oneida 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Brick,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.