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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.