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 Honduras 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.