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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.