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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Organ,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.