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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.