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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.