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 France and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.