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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
The Saints,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.