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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.