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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.