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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.