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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.