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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.