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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.