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 Finland and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.