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 Colombia and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.