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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.