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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Liliput,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.