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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.