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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Scion,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.