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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.