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 Cape Verde 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.