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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.