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 Togo and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.