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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Index,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.