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 Slovenia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Symarip to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.