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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.