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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.