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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.