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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Lalann,
June Days,
Fear,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.