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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.