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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.