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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.