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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
X-102,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Aswad,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.