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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.