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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 MC5 to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Section 25,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.