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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.