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 Latvia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.