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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Can,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.