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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Flipper,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.