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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.