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 Laos 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.