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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.