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 Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.