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 Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.