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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.