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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.