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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.