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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Organ,
DNA,
Slave,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.