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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.