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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.