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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.