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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.