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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 snare 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.