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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
X-101,
Symarip,
Smog,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.