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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.