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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Motions 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.