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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.