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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.