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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Crime to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.