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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.