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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.