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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.