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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Wire,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.