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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Organ,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.