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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
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.