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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.