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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.