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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Can,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Quantec,
cv313,
Organ,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.