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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.