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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
New Order,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.