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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Japan,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.