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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
EPMD,
Mars,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.