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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.