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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Fugazi to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.