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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.