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 France and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.