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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Index,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.