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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.