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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Skarface to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
X-102,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.