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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.