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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.