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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
New Order,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.