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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.