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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.