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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.