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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.