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 China and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
UT,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.