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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.