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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Pylon,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.