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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 güiro 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
MDC,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.