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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Mars to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.