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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Count Five to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.