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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.