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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.