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 Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.