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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.