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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Bob Dylan,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.