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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.