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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.