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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.