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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.