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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
The Move,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.