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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.