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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.