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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Doors,
ABBA,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.