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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.