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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Niagra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Can,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.