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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.