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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.