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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.