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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Nas,
ABBA,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.