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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Joy Division 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.