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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.