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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.