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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 Tehran and Manchester.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.