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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.