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 Laos and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Japan,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.