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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.