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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.