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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
UT,
Audionom,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.