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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.