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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.