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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.