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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.