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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.