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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
The Names,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.