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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
cv313,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.