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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.