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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.