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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
cv313,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.