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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.