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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.