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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.