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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Gong,
June Days,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.