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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.