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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.