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 Korea South 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.