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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Japan,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.