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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.